Repeat

 
So careful I work and weave

My fingers, though large, are nimble

The time, the effort, the stress

Moments I've cried but continued

I gave up, stopped, started again

The moment I finish is relief

I whisper Finally It's come together

I stand back to look at my creation

So careful I had been, intricate

The wind blows behind me gently

Such quick movement, commotion

Sounds of glass, shattering, breaks

The life I've tried and worked for

Here crashing down like lightening

I fall to catch, I fail...I weep...

So careful I work and weave...